
The Glass of
Water
"Why
such a long face?" Eleanor asked Jude as she cut the dough
for the holiday cookies.
"I
swear, the kids are the only ones who really enjoy this time of
year," sighed her son. "Mine can hardly sleep right
now from all the excitement. And I can hardly sleep from all the
stress. You know what I mean?"
"Not
really," replied Eleanor.
"You
mean to tell me with all of the cooking and decorating and shopping and
volunteering you do during the holidays, on top of your other
responsibilities, that the stress doesn't get to you?"
Eleanor wiped
the dough from her hands onto her apron. She picked up a glass
of water from the counter and handed it to Jude. "How much
do you suppose this weighs?" she asked.
"I don't
know, a couple of ounces," Jude replied as he handed the glass
back to his mother, who pushed it back into his hand.
"Hold on
to it for a minute," she said, looking at her watch.
"Mom,
what are you...."
"Sssshhh.
Just hold it." And after a full minute passed, she
said, "Now try holding on to it like that for the next
hour."
"Mother,
you're not making any sense. Besides, my arm is getting tired."
"Exactly,"
Eleanor said as she gently touched the tip of his nose with her
finger. "If that glass held everything that was bothering
you right now, would you really want to hold on to it?"
"No."
Eleanor took
the glass from his hand and poured most of the water down the
drain. She handed the nearly empty glass back to her son and
said, "Here. This is probably all you need to be concerned
with anyway. And ev en that will get heavy if you hold on to it
for too long." Jude agreed.
"So, put
it down. That glass and what's in it can wait."
Jude set the
glass of water on the counter and kissed his mother on the
cheek. "Can life really be that simple?" he
asked.
"It can
be if you want to enjoy yourself."
Adapted
from Churches.com
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